SCENE IS BEHIND A CUT FOR VERY MINOR SPOILER WARNING.
Not one that you didn’t see coming, but of course, you know me. That’s NOT where the conflict ends. Oh-ho-ho, not at all.
I do love AbsoluteWrite blog chains, yes I do.
This time, I’m the one that ventured the topic, but the lovely Aheila is doing the hosting duties yet again. Due to job being busy and requiring my full attention as of late, I cannot venture my attention to as much of the chain as I like.
The topic is not so much as a question, but a teaser request. Post a scene that describes or defines the main character.
Now…Arriella, the main character. A pyrokine who, once thrust into a position of a much higher responsibility than the one she was in previously, she rises to the occasion and grows into her part as a diplomat, warrior and politician in a new way. She tries to do best by people and is very loyal to her duties, often ignoring her emotions right up until they step up and whack her with a heavy-duty Clue Bat.
She does feel a lot more than she will let on. She feels intensely, but holds back because she needs to control the situation. She is a commander first, a diplomat second, and a woman a distant third. She didn’t say anything about her relationship even potentially failing until it happened that her significant other’s interests clashed drastically with her own.
This is out of Book 4, takes place right as they’re about to do battle.
Unfortunately, I cannot give you the back story, except that 1. the battle is in the making from the get-go and 2. …the clue bat was coming a while with this one.
PS: Yes, I do have vampires. They drain energy, not blood. And I have Mages. And Hunters. And various other things that kick ass.
PPPS: Yes, it’s a shameless plug.
As every commander reported in with their news, smiles started showing up on the faces in the house. Whether Mage, Cosmic, human, half-blood or otherwise, every report of good news brought a smile and a renewed sense of hope. This had potential to turn around.
“This also concludes one thing,” Arriella said, her own face still somber. “This city will be the final battleground. They’re all coming here – and I don’t know if it’s for us, or to simply destroy the city as it stands.”
“From what I understand, this is by no means the first time that this has been attempted in the known universe, but this is the first time that they actually succeeded this far,” Alex remarked.
Shourron I nodded in acknowledgment from across the room. Back in his darker days, he had both overseen and coordinated similar plots, all foiled by someone thinking one step ahead of him. He too had been responsible for the loss of countless lives in the name of what he once thought was the proper way to acquire sole proprietorship of the civilized universe.
“And we will ensure that none of this happens again,” Jason said firmly and turned to Arriella. “Commander?”
She gazed around the room, her green eyes firm and slightly sad at the same time. These were more than just the troop leaders that she knew them to be – those were friends and family members, always there for her in her difficult moments, always being there to both support her and stand up to her if she so required it. They were, in every sense of the words, her people. They all had something associated with this conflict, something deeply personal – a friend lost, a spouse damaged to his death, a lifetime achievement stolen. They all had a vested personal reason for pushing this matter to its completion.
It was time for them to take their lives, their memories and achievements back.
“Move out,” she said, her voice steely. “You all know what to do. The troops, if any, are at your command. Move out and fight.”
The flares of the soldiers outside that kept an ear and a sense on the goings-on of the bubbled-in house was reassuring. They were all ready, regardless of their origins, experiences and ages.
How many of them will come back alive? Arriella thought inadvertently as she remembered the Jemerian Civil War and the number of troops lost there. In the century after their so-called reprieve on Earth, Shourron II often spoke about wishing that he had the chance to save more of his troops or to do more for those that he did. There was always that undercurrent of regret in their line of work – there was always someone that they could not save.
Just like I couldn’t save you, Shou, she thought with a pang of pain. I couldn’t save you, but I sure as hell would make this right.
And so long as I’m in this fight, I refuse to lose anyone else dear to me, a sudden thought rushed through her head.
Makkian was almost to the door when she called his name.
Arriella’s face was still a picture of determination, but her eyes were vastly different; in them was a long-unseen reckless abandon that Makkian saw only too many times in the repeating dream that he couldn’t shake.
“Remember our implied agreement?” she asked him calmly. “Never speak of it, never think of it?”
Makkian nodded dumbly, suddenly aware of every eye in the room on the two of them.
“What of it?” he finally choked out.
“You remember what I told you last, right? That it won’t happen again?”
“Yeah…” Despite himself, he blushed in splotches of scarlet. “Again, what of it?”
In two strides, Arriella was across the room and before Makkian realized it, she pulled his face down to hers in a hungry, impassioned kiss. Shocked to the core, he didn’t feel himself respond to the gesture, unable to process exactly what she was really doing by bringing their affair into the open at this time. Was it to finally dispel all speculation on the matter? Certainly worked, because he had the distinct impression that Alex’s jaw was somewhere in the basement. Was it to prove someone right? Jason and his father knew all along. Why now? Why like this?
The questions kept coming at his mind rapid-fire, blurring together with the passing nanoseconds.
He barely felt the kiss break and simply stared at her, dumbfounded still, his pupils almost rounded.
“Why in the blue-fire-loving supernovas did you do that?” he choked out.
“Because I love you, you starforsaken moron,” she said in a firm, passionate near-growl. “Because I love you and because I don’t know if after this war there will be a chance to kiss you like this. Now get out of here and kick some genetically engineered ass.”
As Makkian departed, Arriella turned to the others, who were still standing there.
“I thought I was clear on the ‘move out’ part.”
“Yes madam,” Jason mock-saluted. “Should I set aside a guest room for you at the company suites?”
“Bite me, Jay.”
Jason all but snickered as he followed Vannara and Shourron out the door, causing the female Vampire to turn his way.
“You knew it too?”
“Only when I first met ‘em all,” he shrugged, still smiling. “Just go easy on the kid. He couldn’t help it the first time.”
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